Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
She flinches back the moment I say the word ‘boyfriend’. “Oh.”
Her innocent reaction bothers me. Does she think she can just pair up with Jamef and I’m going to be fine with it? That I’ll keep kissing her and acting like we’re still friends? If that’s what she wants, then she’s going to have to harden up. I turn around, take two steps across the holding cell to Dora’s side, and put a finger under her chin. “Does that hurt your feelings, fluffit? That I’m going to kiss you and then turn around and ride my boyfriend’s cock?”
She gives me a wounded look. “I shouldn’t be surprised. That’s the type of person you are, right? Kissing and playing games. Making everyone fall in love with you and then pushing them away.”
Is that what she thinks I’m doing? Making her fall for me and then pushing her away? How cute—she’s cast herself as the victim. I lean down, and when she doesn’t pull away, I kiss her again. “Nice try,” I whisper. “But you can sleep in Jamef’s quarters tonight since you’re so chummy with him. I’ll make sure to send him back to you hot and bothered.”
“I’m confused,” Dora says, her brows furrowing. “I feel like we’re having two different conversations here.”
“All you need to know is I don’t plan on keeping him. You can have him back when I’m done.” And I saunter out of the holding cell, heading for the bridge.
Now to do what I do best—torture Jamef sexually and then retake his ship. I’ll wrest her from him again, dump him—and the fluffit—at the nearest station, and head off on my own once more.
I don’t need anyone. Or anything. I’m doing just fine on my own.
Twenty-Four
JAMEF
You stop being surprised by anything Bethiah does after a while. So when I’m sitting at the helm of the ship, charting a course that will skirt the more trafficked parts of this particular galaxy, and Bethiah saunters on to the bridge? I’m not surprised. A little irked that she’s somehow escaped the holding cell, a little amused that she has escaped, and wholly not surprised in the slightest. Bethiah is always unpredictable. That’s the only thing that is predictable about her.
“Hello lover,” she purrs as she approaches my seat.
“Is that what we are? I thought one had to mate to be a lover,” I retort, swiveling in my chair to regard her. This is just more of the dance between us, the push-pull game that goes on endlessly as we try to figure out our boundaries and how far we’re willing to push the other person. “I see you’ve freed yourself.”
She chuckles. “I’m good at wriggling out of your traps, Jamef. That one was particularly easy. I’m hurt that you’re not trying very hard to keep me.”
“No one can keep you if you don’t want to be kept.”
“True enough.” She approaches me directly and then straddles my lap, facing me as she mounts me. Once again, unpredictable. I wasn’t sure if she’d be angry or in a fighting mood. Flirty wasn’t expected.
But I can flirt back. “Sometimes I think you want to be caught. You walked right into my trap. Didn’t ask a single question. Didn’t investigate the room. Didn’t try to undermine things. Now who’s not trying very hard?”
She puts her hands on my shoulders and grinds down against my cock, her movements sensual. “Mmm. Parts of you are glad to see me.”
“Parts of me always are,” I rasp, sliding a hand to her waist. She lets me keep it there, rocking down on my erection again, and she’s keffing beautiful. Deadly, dangerous, but beautiful.
Bethiah grinds her hips in a small circle, her lips curved in a smile as she regards my face. “Besides. I knew it was you that had my fluffit. No yellow-haired humans were up for sale. No one left the station with a new human in tow without the proper paperwork. That told me whoever grabbed her was waiting for me. I knew what that meant.” She bears down against my shaft, her face a breath away from mine. “You wanted to say hello. Well here I am, lover.”
This time, I put both hands on her hips and when she tries to lift up, I drag her back down against my cock, thrusting against her. It’s the angriest grind session we’ve had yet, neither of us willing to give over control to the other. “You keep using that word ‘lover’ but we both know that I told you I wanted more than just teasing and you ran away…with my ship, I might add. So you don’t get to call me lover.”
Bethiah gives a throaty laugh, wriggling against my cock in a way that sets my senses on fire. “I’m here now. I could ride your cock until we both come.”